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As Anon Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself metamorphosed in his bed into a hot blue elf. He was lying on his soft, as it were pillows, chest and when he lifted his head a little he could see his naked well shaped tummy divided in the middle by a sexy bellybutton, on top of wich the bedsheets could hardly keep in position and were about to slide off completly. His delicated legs, wich were gloriously thicker compared to the rest of his figure, moved hairless before his eyes.
"What has happened to me?" he thought. It was no dream. His room, a regular human bedroom, only rather too small, lay quiet between the four familial walls if not by the sound of Lamy's valentine asmr that was left playing on repeat throughout the night. Above the table on wich a collection of bottles and cans were oppened and empty - Samsa was a yukimin - laid the pillowcase he had recently bought. It showed Lamy, with her clothes falling off, lying on her back and covering from the spectator her huge exposed breasts into wich the whole of her forearm had vanished.
